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Jul 2010
Those Eyes.
Dissolving in the back of my mind.
I take your soul, I take you whole.
Every single time.

Those Eyes.
Raiding all the thoughts in my head.
It's just too late, this is your fate.
And in my sight no crime.

Those Eyes.
Oh how they penetrate
and as do I.
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   Anna and PK Wakefield
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